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He’s stilted. I don’t know why. Did I push him too hard to answer that question about his passion for movies? It felt like the right thing at the right time, but now I am second-guessing myself. I don’t want him to feel bad about it. I wanted it to be a good thing.
I want to help his image.
“I’m proud of you for talking about your love for movies,” I say.
Victor merely nods and continues to stare ahead at the road. I feel that distance from him.
I am beginning to truly realize that this isn’t an intimate relationship. It truly is fake. It truly is all a façade.
Victor doesn’t have to care for me as much as a real girlfriend. That much is true.
Even when I was answering that journalist’s questions, it all felt fake to me. A real lie. That feeling really was eating me up from the inside.
I hope it isn’t going to be a long-lasting thing during the length of our little agreement.
But I’m afraid it might turn out to be...
29
VICTOR
She really looks so fucking good.
Josie walks through the front door to my mansion, and I follow closely behind. To be honest, I’m starting to find it hard to be around her. I’m starting to really appreciate her. It’s very unlike me. And it’s not just her looks, but I actually like the woman. Yeah, she does look so fucking good in her makeup and the way she moves, but she’s also so very kind and nice and too damn good for a degenerate like me.
I watch her as she starts to head up the staircase toward her room.
“Stop, Josie.”
She slowly turns around and looks at me. I recognize that apprehensive flicker in her eyes.
She’s terrified of me. Terrified of my star power. Of my wealth. Of how very different we are. The interview today merely rubbed that in. The more I show her my life, and what I have to do as an actor, the more the distance grows between us.
She does look so fucking good...
“Yes, Victor?” she asks.
I take in a sharp breath.
“I’m going to give you an acting lesson,” I say.
Josie’s eyes narrow.
“What?”
“Follow me.”
I gesture, but she is hesitant to follow.
“What’s going on?” she’s asking.
“Let me show you.”
We are heading for my office. This is a room she hasn’t been in before. To be honest, I don’t usually use it much except for online meetings. Set up on one side of the room is a tripod and a white wall. This is where I film and practice scenes in preparation for my roles.
Josie looks around the set-up, curious.
“Stand on the mark on the floor,” I tell her, pointing at the duct tape marking an X in front of the tripod.
